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Zong Chi stood on the spot and took a few deep breaths, his heartbeat gradually calmed down, and his cramped fingers gradually stretched out.He ordered to a man who was watching: "Call the police."

"I've already called the police." A girl next to her said, and she glanced away, "Ah, the traffic police are here too."

Witnessing the bloody scene at close range, the girl's face was also a little pale, holding the phone with her hands on her chest, and she was still in shock.She took out a piece of toilet paper from her bag, and wanted to pick up the blood-stained handbag and mobile phone. Zong Chi spread his blood-stained hands and said, "Let me do it."

"You watch him for me, and wait for the police to come." Zong Chi pointed to the driver who was completely frightened beside him, and the girl nodded and said, "I recorded the video."

"I, I can't run, so what, I really didn't see her, I was not driving fast, and the light was green just now." The driver wiped his sweat and sighed loudly: "Hey! What is this? What is it? This kind of thing will happen!"

The girl handed the wet tissue and toilet paper to Zong Chi instead, Zong Chi shook his head, pointed to the hospital and said, "It's okay, I'll just go in and wash."

Zong Chi pinched the injured person's phone and bag with two fingers, and walked into the hall to blow on the air-conditioning, only to realize that the back of his forehead was covered with sweat.He was about to see who would be the best to give the things to, but he found that Jian Changche happened to be walking out of the operating room at the end of the corridor.

"Why did you come out?" Zong Chi asked in surprise.

"There are nurses on duty in the emergency operating room, and they are dealing with it." Jian Changche said, his cuffs and the front of the nurse's uniform were also stained with blood, but his expression was calm as usual.

As if seeing what Zong Chi was thinking, Jian Changche made a gesture: "Don't worry, it's just this little distance, and no internal organs are hurt, so nothing will happen."

Zong Chi nodded, turned around and looked outside the door - the traffic police had already arrived, and the crowd of onlookers was getting bigger and bigger.Jian Changche said, "I'll take you to wash it."

Zong Chi turned his face back and looked down at his blood-stained suit, but luckily it was dark and not too obvious.The shirt was not very readable, not to mention the blood-stained lines were horrifying, and the hem was torn to pieces.Zong Chi nodded and followed Jian Changche.Jian Changche led him all the way upstairs, and the two of them looked so embarrassed that they didn't get much attention in the hospital.

Before arriving at the bathroom dedicated to employees on the third floor, Jian Changche swiped his work ID card, opened the door with his elbow, and went in.

As soon as he entered the door, he unhesitatingly raised his hand and pulled off his shirt, threw it towards the sink, and began to wash his hands in front of the sink.With a bare upper body and a bent waist, he carefully washed and disinfected his hands from his fingernails to his elbows.Zong Chi glanced casually, and found that there were several old wounds on his back. Although they had faded away, they were extremely conspicuous on the almost perfect body with smooth lines.There is also a mark that is probably an old wound, but it has been made into a huge ukiyo-e style skull tattoo - due to the perfect design and coverage of the tattoo, Zong Chi couldn't tell for a while whether it was a scar or a tattoo part of the design.

It was already obvious when she was wearing a nurse's uniform, but after taking off her clothes, she showed Jian Changche's figure more clearly, which is really interesting.Zong Chi thought to himself that his work with irregular day and night schedules has no fat on his body, and his smooth skin wraps his full muscles. He is stronger than himself when he goes to the gym and runs in the morning. It can only be attributed to Physical problems.He stared at it for a while, and when he raised his eyes, he suddenly found that Jian Changche was looking at himself in the mirror, and he was a little embarrassed.Fortunately, Jian Changche didn't say much, and just asked casually, "Was it the injured?"

"Huh?" Zong Chi was stunned for a moment, realizing that the other party was referring to the bag and mobile phone, "Yes."

Jian Changche shook off the water on his hands, took out two pieces of paper to dry them, turned around and opened a storage room with a key, took out a white T-shirt and gray sports trousers and handed them to him: "If you don't mind. "

Zong Chi was a little surprised, and asked in a daze, "Then what are you wearing?"

"I still have extra work uniforms, but this is the casual clothes." Jian Changche said.

Zong Chi looked down at his clothes - it's really hard to go out with this look, and it's hard to wash the car if it gets dirty. He nodded and said, "Thank you."

Jian Changche put the sportswear on the changing bench, and boldly took several pieces of toilet paper from the wall to wipe the injured person's purse and mobile phone.Zong Chi also hurriedly withdrew his attention and began to undress and trousers—the suit and trousers might be salvageable after washing, he liked this set very much, so the shirt had to be thrown aside.

Due to his tutoring, Zong Chi felt a little embarrassed when he took off his panties and socks in front of strangers, especially since he had just ran to talk harshly to someone a few minutes ago.

"Your FirstAid is doing a good job, and the emergency response is very fast." Jian Changche has already put on clean hospital overalls - this time long-sleeved ones. The injured person's bag and mobile phone are also wiped clean and stored in a In a single-use plastic ziplock bag like a ziplock bag.

"I have learned it a long time ago. When I was a child, I wanted to be a doctor for a while." Zong Chi said.

Jian Changche paused for a moment, but didn't ask him "what happened later, why didn't he become a doctor anymore".After all, the reason why people no longer have childhood dreams is because they grow up.

Or it could be because something happened, nothing more than life happened.

Jian Changche took the dirty work clothes he had changed into, picked up Zong Chi's blood-stained shirt and asked, "No more?"

"I can't ask for it either." Zong Chi sighed.

"Well, then I'll throw it away for you, take your time and I'll go back to work first." Jian Changche closed the door neatly, and cleaned up the sink behind her.

Zong Chi breathed a sigh of relief, carefully washed off the blood, dried it roughly with paper, and shook off Jian Changche's casual clothes.

He made a gesture, the jacket fit well, but the trousers were a little shorter, but fortunately, they were sweatpants that were cuffed, so it didn't really matter.

The pure white T-shirt was put on over the head, without the smell of smoke, only a faint smell of laundry detergent passed through the tip of the nose, and it still had the hard texture after being exposed to the sun.

When Zong Chi returned to the upper floor of the inpatient building, Jian Changche had already returned to work behind the duty desk, and the episode just now seemed to be just a normal part of his daily work.

Seeing him passing by, Jian Changche asked, "Are you still going back to see your grandma?"

"No, how else can I explain that I changed clothes?" Zong Chi said, "To be honest, she must not be scared to death."

"Oh." Jian Changche lowered his head again, continued to organize the files in the computer, and raised his head after a while: "Is there anything else?"

"The clothes will be washed and returned to you when the time comes."

Jian Changche: "Yes."

"and also."

Jian Changche raised his head again, his face was a little impatient: "Huh?"

"Don't instill strange ideas with my grandma."

Jian Changche showed a dumbfounding expression, and said, "Then you can't control me, you're not here anyway."

"No, I will come here often in the future." Zong Chi waved his finger at him coolly, "Let's go, goodbye."

Watching Zong Chiyuan's back, Jian Changche realized that his clothes looked strange on others, and the effect of wearing them was also different.The opponent's height and shoulder width were a bit taller than him, and he looked thinner in a suit, but he was not. His arms, waist, and legs were all well-proportioned and powerful.Skinny ankles were exposed under the sweatpants, and a pair of nondescript leather shoes were stepped on.

Zong Chi turned his head after walking into the elevator, and waved at him before the elevator door closed. Jian Changto looked at him expressionlessly, and waved his hand as a "go quickly" gesture.

He withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to the file—half an hour had passed since he was on duty, but there was still a little paperwork waiting to be finished in his hands, which could be finished in a quarter of an hour, and he didn't want to delay tomorrow.

When everything was finally done, the last batch of colleagues who had changed shifts and finished their meal all came back.Under the urging of the head nurse several times, Jian Changche finally finished packing and was ready to leave work.He didn't have any casual clothes to change into, so he put his sports bag on his shoulders directly outside the nurse's uniform, and walked out of the hospital gate facing the setting sun.

From seven o'clock in the morning until now, Jian Changche has encountered the evening rush hour of office workers, but his little eDonkey doesn't care about traffic jams.He unlocked, turned on the ignition, hung up the headphones, turned on the music, and went home.

Jian Changche first went to the vegetable market to buy a small piece of meat and a handful of vegetables - at this point, most of the stalls in the vegetable market had been withdrawn, except for the acquaintance of the boss who left some things for him, which was just enough for one person.When he got home, he made a simple meal of meat and vegetables, ate two bowls of rice with the French column, washed the dishes with his hands, took a quick shower, changed into home clothes, and finally lay comfortably on the sofa with comfortable legs crossed.

He watched TV for a while, found it boring, and then turned on the computer and clicked on an American TV series—this sequel is not good at all.

After closing the webpage, Jian Changche clicked on the video in the hard disk folder, and dragged a progress bar casually.Deep and heavy breathing leaked from the computer speakers, and the two passionate bodies overlapped excitedly on the screen.

Jane slid her hands under the sofa, and took out a disposable pocket from her bag, which contained a blood-stained shirt.

Half a piece, to be exact - the hem was ripped off.

He put his hands into the waistband of his elastic pants, even a little surprised that he got into the state so quickly.

Closing his eyes, the exaggerated masculinity on the webpage was isolated, and another body appeared in his mind.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, tight hips wrapped in a boring black and white boxer.Slender legs, black socks, leather shoes.

Blood splattered on the knuckle wrists and chest, not to mention the slender fingers, which were soaked in blood.

Jian Changche's breathing became more and more rapid. He held the outside of the white shirt with his hands, which contained a scalding heat source. The high-quality material stimulated unfamiliar senses.

After a few minutes, he grabbed the toilet paper just in time.

It was so fast, but fortunately the clothes were not dirty, Jian Changche turned over the shirt and looked at it, then threw it aside indifferently.

Letting out a long breath in his chest, he jumped off the carpet barefoot, turned over and jumped onto the bed, lay down, exhausted, and fell asleep.

A night without dreams.